Unspeakable Blanket Novels & Stories

"A baby wrapped in a Moonveil cloth—and it looked like he was abandoned." My eyes became blunt, and everything went dark. The scout held up a small blue cloth, stained with ash. I recognized it instantly. It was Leo's blanket. Immediately the world became blank and meaningless. And then I collapsed.

When I stubbornly pushed it away from my face, his smile widened, amusement playing in his sharp gaze. “What? What’s wrong? Does it stink?” Rodger started to sniff the blanket to find the source of my current temper tantrum. “It reeks,” I muttered under my breath. “Poor girl,” Rodger pulled the blanket off me. “It hasn’t been washed in a while. I guess it's time.” I wanted to hold on to the blanket and tell him it was fine, but not with Miles watching. He looked cocky enough without me showing him how much I needed his scent.

Okay, Breathe Aria Breathe Nothing happened right? I raise the blanket covering us slowly to see whether I'm naked or not and behold! I'm naked and Blake too. I let go of the blanket rapidly, the events of yesterday replay in my head and this time I am the cause of it. Okay, you need to get out of this room Aria and this mansion

Annaliese looks up at him and furrows her eyebrows. Then something transparent falls off around the house, like a blanket. She opens her eyes wide in shock. They step forward and Kieran continues talking. "Darkness and Light". "One can not exist without the other". Another transparent blanket falls and Annaliese feels the ground underneath her feet get cold. Then they step forward again. "Open Sesame". "For we are welcome here". The house leans backwards like It's straightening itself and the third blanket falls off. Annaliese sees people walking about.

“Is it that hard dealing with bullies and suitors? Do you want me to do something about those bullies? Just ask away. I will be glad to help.” “Nah! Cut it!” I shrugged. “And you just said you are generous enough to lend me your precious thing, so I am claiming it. I'll take a nap but don't lie beside me.” “Wow! You, ungrateful pixie! I am lending you my blanket, but you wouldn’t want me to lie here too?” “Then, you lie here, and I will go. TSS! I don’t know what’s with you. You gave me an iced coffee to keep me awake but you were asking me to have some sleep?”

I whispered, dragging the blanket up over my chest. What the hell have I done?

She brutally scooped up the blanket that had gathered under her feet and wrapped it haphazardly around her exposed body. Blakely trembled under the blanket at once under the gaze of Nickson who seemed amused by her action. "I told you kicking the blankets wasn't a good idea." Blakely pulled the blanket that covered Nickson up to the man's stomach. She didn't want to have the sight of Nickson's naked body any longer. "What? Why?" She screamed hysterically. Her face was panicked and confused and angry and all. She was especially angry that Nickson seemed so relaxed and guilt-free.

She’s interesting, I mean it. She’s off-limits. The three dots appeared, then disappeared. Lucas threw his phone across the room. He stared at the ornate ceiling and dozed off.

Julian roared back, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror where the white light in the dust cloud was growing larger, a blinding artificial star in the Nevada noon. "She’s using the blanket as a conduit!" I scrambled to unwrap Florence, my fingers fumbling with the shifting fabric. The wool felt cold, vibrating with a high-frequency hum that made my teeth ache. I threw the blanket out the window. It didn't fall to the dirt; it unfurled in the wind like a predatory wing, hovering for a split second before being sucked back into the following dust storm. The moment the blanket was gone, Ethan’s seizing stopped. He slumped against the seat, gasping for air, his face ashen.

was all I said. Dammit! I didn’t know that Uncle’s hallucinations were contagious. Sure, I didn’t catch his illness, but I caught his “delusions”. Shit! I hate that black lady so much… To be continued… +++++++++++ So now, not only is the Uncle affected by the haunting, so is our friend who originally was only sharing the story with us. Now, if you still do not believe this story, dear reader. You may want to reconsider since this is now a Paramdam and Supernatural Spa member's first-hand experience, yes?